THESE ARE THE LAST THINGS I'VE WRITTEN THEY'RE MY GOODBYE :PICKING DAISIES:
Prologue
Air.
That's all we are.
If we stop breathing, stop taking in air; we become nothing.
we are dead to the world.
Like trees are dead to men.
Though, trees are not dead.
You know this.
They teach it in schools.
How the tiny seed is planted deep in the ground and morning dew gives it life.
Have we forgotten?
Have we closed our ears to the trees?
The words that used to bellow over mountain tops;
The key to life itself it seems has been forgotten.
The way fresh daisies grow amid the hottest summers of the heartland.
Yes, it is a shame we must grow up to forget these childish things.
Let us pray when we die heaven is a mountain,
And perhaps Death shall teach us the art of picking daisies.
S.M.
That's all we are.
If we stop breathing, stop taking in air; we become nothing.
we are dead to the world.
Like trees are dead to men.
Though, trees are not dead.
You know this.
They teach it in schools.
How the tiny seed is planted deep in the ground and morning dew gives it life.
Have we forgotten?
Have we closed our ears to the trees?
The words that used to bellow over mountain tops;
The key to life itself it seems has been forgotten.
The way fresh daisies grow amid the hottest summers of the heartland.
Yes, it is a shame we must grow up to forget these childish things.
Let us pray when we die heaven is a mountain,
And perhaps Death shall teach us the art of picking daisies.
S.M.
Notes
Hey motorbabys! This is just the prologue so get ready for the ultimate awesomeness. This particular poem iS MINE. I trust that none of you will plagiarize, but if you would like to use it ask and you shall receive. :) P.s. this is my first fic EVER!! I would really appreciate any feedback you have. (I.e. constructive criticism, happy thoughts, a smile, or just tell me you hated it. ) P.p.s. The description is french for, "Why go throwing rocks when things are better left alone?"(again mine) I am not a native speaker. Please correct me if it's wrong. I'm taking french and I want to use it.
IF YOU'RE READING THIS: REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU. BE HAPPY AND CARRY ON. -ATOMIC IMPLODER
I'm thinking about writing something else. Maybe high school Frank/ OC maybeeeee
12/12/14